A/N:Okay, so I think I may have accidentally put more human transmutation-esque (the "came back wrong" aspect, anyways) stuff into here than I should've but yeah whatever... The prolouge is a bit suck, but hey, it's getting you ready for the good part.
Anyways, this is kind of a mashed-up lovechild of Supernatural, The Monkey's Paw, and Fullmetal Alchemist. My intention was for it to be entirely based off of "Broken Bride" by Ludo, but that didn't exactly happen.
November 20, 1987
Red, everything was red. Fire and blood overtook the small nursery as the baby screamed from his crib. Acting on reflex and adrenaline, the middle aged man pushed aside the horror of watching his wife go up in flames to shove the baby at his eldest son.
"Now what?" he thought as he watched the flames, unable to act. What was there that he could do, really? His wife had been dead long before the fire started, he could tell that. Luckily, he was saved from his own thoughts by the sound of sirens. Who had called the fire department; had he done that? No, at least he didn't think so.
More sirens blared in the distance the second that John was released from his nightmare. Why was it so hard to breathe, he thought as he struggled to remember how exactly the act was done even after years of waking from the same nightmare. Inhale. Exhale. There, not so hard once you get the hang of it.
"Mar-" the name didn't even get the chance to leave his tongue before the man realized his mistake. Mary wasn't here anymore. The thought taunted him every day when he woke up, stung in the back of his mind all day. He couldn't live without her. But of course he didn't have to, not really. Knowing what he did entitled a person to certain things, and he planned to use them to his advantage.
It was late when John left, around midnight, maybe a bit earlier. He hadn't really bothered to check, instead he had waited until he knew Sammy was asleep, and left Dean with the order to "take care of your brother," which he would've done even without being told.
From there it didn't take long for him to go through with his plan; he double checked that he had everything, and then summoned the demon.
In a matter of seconds, a lithe, almost cat like woman was standing before him, eying him vehemently. Of course she would, he thought, I'm her prey, aren't I?
"So whattaya want?" she asked, sounding more than a bit annoyed. Apparently John's features conveyed some type of offense taken from this, as the demon then explained, "my shift should've ended hours ago."
We'll make it hasty, then, John decided. "I want my wife back."